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At first, a place already saturated with desperate dudes hitting on utterly overwhelmed women may sound like a single guy's nightmare. But think again. No, not about the boobies (which are admittedly nice). The intense competition is precisely why it's the perfect place for a well-mannered guy with a thimbleful of tact to swoop in and rescue a damsel in distress. By pretending to be her boyfriend/husband/legal guardian, you can save her from being attacked by overwhelmingly awkward conversation with creepy-mustached guys with canned pickup lines ("Does it smell like roses in here, or is that just your vagina? Hey, baby, I'm Kenneth."). Engage her in a normal conversation about regular stuff, and her phone number might just spring forth, like giant breasts unleashed from a sports bra.